You have come across the E a s t E m p i r e. It's a world most intimately familiar to those with power and those arrested by power. There is nothing so incredible about the concept, but when wielded, the blunt force of power can crush, can build, can change all things. What sort of thing that ultimately holds us all bounded, connected, and still even, is a world where power interweaves subtly and then crashes to the fore. There's little certainty when powers mesh and meld, and least of all in the high skyscrapers of capitalist tyrants, in the white rooms of government oppressors, in the slums of underworld lords. Time turns, and the world turns with them.